Post by Vie on Jun 20, 2011 23:41:13 GMT -5
KORIE
"Hey now, this is my desire. I'm waiting for something beautiful, oh, something beautiful."
this is me in the flesh,
NAME: Korie
NICKNAME(S): --
PRONUNCIATION: kor-ee
POSITION: Slave
taste the sky,
AGE: 3 years
GENDER: Female
BREED: Grey wolf
HEIGHT: 26 in.
APPEARANCE: Built for speed and stamina, but moving with a grace all her own, Korie is most definetly a beautiful she wolf. Her legs are long and finely boned, giving them a delicate look, though they are strong and sturdy. They carry her with ease over harsh, unforgiving land, her long, loping stride both graceful and efficent in getting her where she needs to go. Thick muscles are hidden underneath her thick coat, muscles earned from working hard and traveling long. They ripple and bunch when she moves, gliding smoothly over her bones, able to be seen very well when she climbs or runs. Her paws are small, but porportionate, and well hardened against the rough ground. Overall, Korie has a very feminine look to her. Her body is long and lean, bones light and head delicate. Her soft ears stand erect and to a sharp point on top of a sweet face. Amber eyes of two slightly different shades peek out of a mass of black fur, and her muzzle is thin, and short. Sleek, black fur (with few brown points) covers her gorgeous form, thick and shining. It's easy to see, Korie is the ultimate picture of health and feminism.
PICTURE: Link!
thoughts that make me go insane,
PERSONALITY: Korie can easily be described in a few words. Shy, obedient, and broken. She used to be a very happy-go-lucky, spirited wolf in her younger days. She was energetic and friendly, always doing something or causing trouble. Her social personality welcomed anyone and everyone to become her friend, and she never had a bad word to say about anyone. But this was all before she left her pack and got forced into slavery. Her first master was anything but nice. He beat her down and broke her spirit, molding her into the perfect slave. She is no longer her open, friendly self, but now very shy. She doesn't speak unless spoken to, and tries to blend with the background as much as possible to avoid being noticed. She takes orders well, and performs them to the best of her ability, though they are never done enthusiastically. But though shy and obedient are two very good words to describe her, broken is probably the best. She has no spirit, no fire anymore. Her eyes hold no emotion except pain and fear, and every move she makes is hesitant and measured. But the thing is, she can't imagine her life if she wasn't a slave. Korie knows she would be totally lost without the structured life of a slave. So though she hates it, she has no clue how to get away from it. And though she won't admit it, she needs it.
all over my shoulder,
FATHER: Ko
MOTHER: Alba
SIBLINGS:
Unknown
HISTORY: Born to a pair of low ranking pack members, Korie and her siblings had a rather harsh life from the beginning. The pack lands weren't the greatest, with scarce game and only a few good dens for shelter. Needless to say, the pack members, especially the lower ranking members, weren't well fed and well protected by any means. Meaning, the survival rate of pups was low. In fact, Korie and only one of her siblings survived into adulthood. But that didn't dim Korie's happy spirit. She was friendly and energetic, always exploring and playing with the other pups in the pack. That is, when she could get them to play. The others weren’t so optimistic as her, but that didn’t stop her from trying to make them that way.
Being one of the lucky ones, Korie grew into young adulthood, but as she grew, the pack grew as well. Their numbers were beginning to be far too much for their territory to handle, and the wolves were becoming very thin and sickly. It wasn't long before Korie got tired of being hungry all the time, and the fighting between her pack was not fun to deal with either. So, at 2 years old, Korie left her pack to live on her own. It was an easy decision to make and there were no objections to her leaving. It would just be one less mouth to feed.
But Korie was also a very naive wolf in the sense that she thought going out on her own would be easy. All she had to do was find food, water and shelter for one. Easy, right? Wrong. She struggled to provide for herself and her health suffered even more. She was rapidly regretting ever leaving. Things had never been this bad. In her pack she was relatively safe from the outside world and all its cruelty, mainly meaning slavery. It was a foreign thing to her, slavery, and she really had no real idea of what it was like. But it didn't bother her. It couldn't happen to her, right? Wrong again.
She hadn't been on her own for even a month yet when a large, cruel brute of a male found her. Seeing as Korie had always been a very social wolf and was slightly delirious from lack of nourishment, she was beyond excited to see another wolf. Needless to say, he didn't have a problem convincing her to come with him, and once she was with him, she had no chance of getting away. As soon as she started to regain her health, he put her to work, showing her what slavery was really about. If she didn't do the tasks he gave her with speed or they didn't meet his insanely high standards, a harsh beating was in order for her. Before she learned exactly how he liked things, it wasn't uncommon to see her limping around with new and old gashes and missing patches of fur.
Now, Korie wasn't stupid. She learned fairly quickly and soon her beatings were far and few in between, usually only given to her when her master got bored or was in an especially bad mood. But the better a slave she became, the more reserved she got. She was no longer her sweet, friendly self, but rather a shell of that old wolf. She was dull and lifeless. She didn't even whimper or flinch when he beat her anymore because she hardly felt it. She’d withdrawn into a place within her where the pain couldn’t touch her anymore. But because of this, her master got bored. He was no longer getting the reactions he wanted out of her, so just a little while after she turned 3 and a half, he took her to Auction Rock to be sold since she was in good shape and was a very attractive female. Korie didn't fight it, couldn't remember how to fight, so she let him leave her there in the care of wolves far more brutal than her old master had ever been. She just didn't care anymore.
